Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) (10 page)

G
onzo

“
W
e’re going
to have to bind her and tell her soon, I think. If I wait too long she’s going to be pissed because I waited,” I told Duke. “What’ll I have to do to get Abbot to be there, in case she freaks?”

“Who’ll take care of the kids while we tell her?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

He didn’t respond, so I finally said, “We can do it at her house after the kids are down for the night.”

“How will you get her to invite us all?”

“Fuck. You and your questions. I don’t
know
!”

Duke laughed. “When you figure the logistics out let me know and we’ll see if I can get Abbott or Gavin. Abbott charges five thousand if we do it at CBC in the late afternoon or early evening. If we want him to come to us it’s more, depending on his mood, I think. Gavin will only do it if he wants something you can provide.”

“Not Gavin, he’ll scare the piss out of her just by looking at her. Abbott or Kendra.”

“Okay, you figure out what to do with the kids and how to convince her to go with you without them, and then I’ll see about getting Abbott or Kendra.”

Duke and I had come to the chapel early to talk, and I could hear the other brothers in the outer room getting rid of cellphones and anything else electronic they didn’t want fried in the EMP that Brain would set off in the room before we started. He’d done it for Duke and I as well — just a simple way of making sure no bugs had been planted in here that we might not be aware of. Or rather, of making sure they no longer operated, if they’d been planted in the room or on us.

Some church sessions are long, others are short. Today was thankfully an easy one. Everyone had heard about my twins through the grapevine, but I took the opportunity to give the basics to everyone all at once, and ask them to make sure Connie felt welcome at the picnic Saturday.

When I finished, Bash looked at Duke and said, “I don’t agree with not retaliating on Randall.”

“No,” I said. “Those of us who came from Atlanta know the troubles we had between Pack and MC. We’re here with Randall’s blessing, but we have to follow the rules. If Randall hadn’t done it, a Master Vampire or someone from the Concilio may have done worse. I fucked up — I paid for it. We aren’t starting a war because I had to face consequences.”

“As much as I want to retaliate,” said Brain, “Gonzo’s right. Randall could’ve done worse. He could’ve toned it down, too, but by Concilio law he could’ve killed him.” He looked at me. “I know it’ll be hard, but it’d be a nice note to take him tribute in the next couple of weeks.”

I met Duke’s gaze, and he shook his head. “Brain’s the one who looks toward what we should do politically. I won’t ask you to do it if you’d rather not, but we’ve all learned in the past it’s usually best to take Brain’s advice when it comes to supernatural politics.”

“What do you suggest?” I asked Brain.

“Bison, venison, and beef are always good tribute for a wolf. Randall isn’t the sort to appreciate the gift of a skilled woman for the night, so don’t go there. Whatever you choose, it should be worth between two and five hundred dollars and you should hand deliver it with graciousness. Don’t say the words
no hard feelings
, but that’s the idea you want to convey. Also, don’t take Duke this time, take me or Bash. You don’t want to duplicate the feel of the last time you met with him, but you should take an officer.”

“What do I say when I set the meeting?”

“Nothing other than you’d like to schedule a five-minute meeting at his convenience.”

When it was clear we’d finished, Duke asked, “Any other business?”

“What are we going to do about the North Carolina transplant?” Dawg asked.

Horse leaned forward. “He’s been a big help in the range.”

Duke shook his head. “Nix hasn’t asked us to bring it to a vote. Gen’s showing him some property in hopes it’ll help him decide to choose us. I like him, and so far no one’s come to me with doubts. If anyone has them, speak up.”

“He’s a sniper,” said Dozer, “but apparently he isn’t coming to us as one? Said he isn’t opposed to taking people out who need it, but it has to be his decision to do it, not the club’s.”

“I’m aware,” Duke said. “He’s done wetwork for his club in the past, and I have no doubt he’ll step up and help us should we need it, but he’ll have to know the facts. It’s more an issue of his not blindly killing someone because he’s ordered to, even if it’s a vote. There were some issues in the military that messed him up a little in that regard. He’s coming to us as someone who can teach classes at the gun store — the sniping bit’s extra, and will be at his discretion.”

“If you were to tell me to take someone out, I wouldn’t ask questions,” said Bash.

“If it were an emergency you wouldn’t, but if there was time then you sure as shit would,” Duke countered.

“You’re the Sergeant at Arms, that’s kind of your job,” said Horse. “It isn’t a job I want. I have every one of your backs and if I have to kill to protect you I will, but I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you safe without taking a life.”

Duke looked to Dozer. “Does that resolve your issue with him?”

“Yeah. I guess it does.”

“Either it does or it doesn’t. I’m operating on the notion we want him here. If everyone present isn’t going to approve him, I need to back off.”

Dozer shook his head. “No, I’m good. Horse is right — we all come at this from different directions. His way don’t have to be my way, s’long as we all have each other’s backs.”

“Anyone else with reservations?” Duke asked. When no one spoke he asked, “Any other business?”

“Britches asked me to bite her,” I told the room. “Said she’d been bitten several times by born wolves, and was told someone who’d been turned might be able to turn her. I declined, but I’m betting she asks someone else.”

Duke looked around the room. “Anyone else been asked?”

No one said anything, and Brain said, “Normally the club doesn’t tell individuals what they can do in their personal lives. The exceptions are we can’t cozy up to LEO too much, and we have to stay away from people closely attached to our enemies. I think this is another of those cases where it might be appropriate for the club to take a vote, because biting her could cause problems with us and the Atlanta Pack, which might create friction with Randall. If you’re asked, please come to Duke or me before making any promises.”

Duke sighed. “Yeah, what Brain said. It could easily get messy with her dad in the Atlanta Pack, but let’s talk it out. Anyone have an issue with this? Do we need a vote?”

“No one’s in love with her as far as I know,” said Ghost. “If you’re gonna make her your ol’lady then we’ll back you even with the danger of pissing off the Pack. I’m not sure it’s worth it otherwise, though. We brought her in because we all like her and she needed a place. We know what that’s like. I say if she wants to be bitten then we find someone not in the MC to do it. Help her out without risking us.”

Duke looked at Bash. “Anyone in Angelica’s group bitten?”

“Yeah. I’ll see what she can do.”

Duke looked around the room to give everyone a chance to speak if they had something to say, and then asked, “Any other business?”

Brain said, “Gonzo will have a picture of his twins and Connie on his phone to show you all in the outer chamber. I’d like everyone to stop and take a look so you’ll know who they are Saturday. Everyone qualified to work the control room needs to have a conversation with her so she’ll recognize your voice if you have to call her. She’s the legal guardian of his children so I’d like to give her club status as the mother of his children. I’ve seen her with them and she deserves the title.”

“Any arguments?” asked Duke. No one said anything and everyone shook their head. “Okay then, Connie has status as mother of Gonzo’s children, and not the antagonistic kind. She’s one of ours now, along with the kids. Any other business?”

The room was silent and Duke finally banged the gavel and said, “Let’s ride.”

G
onzo

I
spent
Monday planting flowers in my yard and Dawg’s yard. Until recently, I’d had a room at Dawg’s house during the rare times I didn’t sleep at the compound. Maybe it was Bash moving out, but suddenly it’d felt like I needed a house, so I’d had one built on an empty lot on our circle. The RTMC bought the property when we moved to Chattanooga, and any club member who wants to live there can buy land from the MC and build a house. We can only sell the house to another club member, though, and we have to will the house and land to the MC. Should something happen to us then the MC will allow our family to live there as long as they approve of anyone our wives might bring into the fold.

Ironically, Randall’s construction company had built it for me. I hadn’t thought I’d need anything more than three bedrooms, but now I was wishing I’d gone with a different floor plan. When I paid tribute to Randall, I’d ask if he could send someone to put a door between two of the rooms.

I hadn’t approved of the twins sharing a room, but it turns out just getting them out of the same bed was the current battle. I thought I could make it work by situating the beds so they could still see each other through the door at night, though.

I pruned Dawg’s roses, fed his as well as mine, and planted over a hundred trays of annuals. The bulbs I’d planted in the fall were all up and beautiful, and the ivy I’d started in a shady spot on my lawn seemed to be taking hold. Houses all around us wonder how we have all these plantings, because deer eat their plants as soon as they put them out. The secret is we
change
and piss all over the place, but we can’t very well tell our neighbors our circle smells too much like wolf piss for the deer to dare come near.

Britches was inside cleaning my house and I was surprised she wasn’t finished yet. Our deal was a hundred-twenty cash, or a hundred dollar check, but she hadn’t told me what she needed this week. I wasn’t finished, but went in to check on her and smiled as I smelled stew.

I found her in the kitchen. “You didn’t have to cook, but thank you.”

“Did you have Bash ask Angelica to help me?”

I nodded and she said, “Okay, I just wanted to make sure. She called me last night and I’m supposed to meet a woman this evening.”

“I’ve done all I can, but I hope it works out for you.”

“Thanks. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I appreciate it.”

“How long till it’s ready?”

“I started it when I got here, and checked on it while I cleaned. It’s on simmer now, eat it when you’re ready.”

Fuck, I’d finish the yard tomorrow. “How about you help me get clean in the shower?”

“I… I… okay.”

“You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that. I can, I just won’t be able to fix my hair or makeup before I meet the other wolf.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay, Britches. You want cash or check this week?”

“Cash, please.”

I pulled the money from my wallet and handed it to her. “You gonna eat with me?”

“Why are you being nice?”

“Would you rather I was an asshole?”

She laughed. “No, I’m just not used to it. I don’t want to turn you down. If you still want me, I’m not saying no, I’d just rather not get in the shower.”

“You done cleaning?”

“Still have to do the downstairs bathroom. Was about to head back down there when you came in.”

“You do that while I shower, then we’ll eat.”

I put boxer briefs on after my shower, and went into the kitchen to find her dishing us each a bowl of stew.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked as I accepted the bowl and sat down with it.

“No. I’ve been advised not to take any medications before being bitten. I’ve been off them six months.”

“Did you come to us in the hopes you’d find someone else to bite you?”

“The Pack had no issues biting me, I just didn’t want to stay with them anymore. It hurt to be around them but not part of them.”

“If this works, will you go back to them?”

“I told Duke and Bash I had no intention of returning to my father’s Pack — or joining any other — when they let me start coming to parties, and then again before ya’ll voted so I could come and go as I please. The Pack rejected me. It wouldn’t feel right for them to accept me back. Why did you ask if I’m on birth control?”

“Because I’ve made a decision to only fuck pussies that can’t get pregnant. Condoms aren’t as effective as I’d like them to be.”

“So, anytime you take me, it’ll be up the ass or down the throat?”

I nodded.

“That’s actually kind of hot.”

I smelled her lust and told her, “Probably should’ve fucked before we ate. There’s glycerin suppositories in the upstairs hall bath under the sink. Feel free to make use of them when you finish, but take your time eating. I’m going to get another bowl.”

Dawg had warned me weeks ago that Britches controls her gag reflex on an empty stomach, but had cautioned me about throat-fucking her right after she eats. Apparently, she’d puked all over him. I’d let her blow me a little, but then I’d take her ass. No throat-fucking today.

She went to the bathroom when she finished, and when I’d eaten my second bowlful I put the rest of the stew into the fridge, put our bowls away, and cleaned the stew pot. I wanted an outdoor fuck so I took the lube out to my deck, and left the door open so she’d be able to find me. I was sitting and looking into the forest behind my yard when she stepped to the door completely naked.

I nodded toward a low table on the other side of the deck. “Lean over it.” I grabbed her by a nipple to stop her, and asked, “You lube already or do I need to do it for you?”

“There was lube in there so I figured you’d want me to.”

I nodded, released her nipple, and stripped out of my boxer briefs. I lubed my cock and stepped to her fine ass on full display. “Spread your cheeks.”

I didn’t take long and I didn’t hurt her too bad. I went fat and short a few times, but not excessively so. It was a beautiful day and she has a sweet ass. Not as tight as I’d like, but still a nice fuck.

I could tell her clit was rubbing just right on the table towards the end, and I actually held off until her orgasm finished before I let mine go. God, if this got around then my don’t-give-a-fuck rep would be totally ruined. Not that I cared, but I also didn’t want all the little sweet-butts thinking it was okay to hang on me.

She groaned as my hand slapped her ass, and stood with a smile. “Yeah, ass-only is kind of hot.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Get dressed and let yourself out. Thanks for the stew, and the house looks good. See you next Monday?”

“Yeah. Text me if you need me to come at a specific time.”

I nodded and she left.

Twenty minutes later I was on my bike headed to the clubhouse. The sky was bluer, the wind was sweeter… it was almost as if I’d been living in a dirty bubble, and now it was suddenly gone.

I bounced a few hours before helping bartend, and noted people didn’t piss me off just by talking to me.

I was playing pool in the clubhouse once we’d closed the bar, and Dawg was talking to someone I’d seen around a few times. He motioned me over when I finished my game. “Miss Attitude here’s never had a DP. Wanna help me show her how it works?”

“If I get her ass.”

“Works for me.” He walked her around a corner and I followed a few steps behind to watch her short skirt bob on her tight little ass.

“Take your panties off, darlin’.” Dawg asks, I usually order.

“Here?”

“Yeah, here.”

“Someone might hear us!”

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “And if they walk around the corner they’ll see you with a dick in your pussy and another in your ass. They’ll see how hot you are, and they’ll wish they were inside you instead of us.”

He pulled a small tube of lube from his pocket, and I took it from him as she let her panties fall to the floor. “Mount her on your cock and I’ll get her ready for mine.”

She tried to be quiet at first, but with just my finger in her ass I knew she was going to be loud. Sure enough, I barely had the head of my cock in her and she was moaning so loud even the humans in the other room had to be able to hear. Makes no difference to me — you never know what you’ll encounter at three in the morning in the clubhouse. Hell, I figure Dawg walked her around the corner because he was worried she’d balk too hard at doing it where everyone could see.

Dawg and I set up a rhythm, so he was inside while I was out, but then switched it out so we both powered in at the same time. If she hadn’t been so horny it would’ve been too much for her, but she screamed and clutched at Dawg as she grasped for an orgasm apparently
just
out of reach. She and Dawg finally came together, but I wasn’t finished with her. I had her prop her hands against the wall and lean over, and Dawg played with her clit while I pounded her ass without mercy. When I finally came, I took a few steps back and leaned against the wall behind me.

“
Damn
, I needed that.”

Dawg picked the chick up and said, “I’m going to go cuddle her a bit. I think we were a little rough with our toy.”

“She liked it.”

“She did, but she still needs to be cuddled.”

I pulled my pants up and fastened them, and made my way back to the main room. Dawg was sitting with the chick cradled in his lap, stroking her hair. Her eyes were closed and she looked happy, and my heart hurt remembering how it’d felt to hold someone like that.

Dawg didn’t love her, though. I could hold someone like that now, if I wanted. The problem with that was then they’d think I liked them. I shook my head and got a beer.

B
rain called
me to the control room the next day to tell me Connie’s alarm system was hooked to the Drake Security control room.

I’d asked him to tap into it and he’d never had a problem doing it before, to my knowledge. “And?”

“We have an agreement not to tap into their customers.”

I sighed. “What can we do? And what’s happened for her to look to the top security experts?”

“Looks like her company pays for her security. Want me to see if I can get you on the phone with Aaron or Nathan, see if they’ll tell us anything?”

“Yeah.”

He lifted his phone and dialed a number without having to search for it. “Aaron, I believe Gonzo’s dating one of your clients. I was going to patch into her security until I realized she’s yours. He’d like to speak with you, if you have a moment.”

I heard Aaron tell him to hand me the phone, and I took it. “I know you’re seeing Constance — my control room alerted me when they saw you coming and going. She isn’t your type, but the footage we have of the two of you and the kids in the front and back yard tells me she wants you there, so we haven’t intervened.”

“The twins are mine, but I just found out. She’s letting me come around to see the kids. I wanted to patch into the security to keep an eye on my children.”

“Ouch. I’ll make you a deal — give me a number and I’ll put you on the list of people for my control room to call if there’s a problem at her house.”

I didn’t say anything and he said, “That’s the best I can do. I won’t let you patch in and spy on her when she doesn’t know it.”

I gave him my number and said, “If I don’t answer, have them call our control room and tell them, please.”

“Will do. Best of luck, and congrats because those twins are adorable.”

“Her company contracted you?”

He was silent a few seconds before saying, “Yes.”

“They ever contract for bodyguards?”

“Not in a while, and only when there are specific threats to the company, or when she’s working on something controversial.”

“Okay. I’d appreciate it if you kept me apprised on that end, too. I can only help keep her and the kids safe if I know there’s a problem.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Thank you.”

I handed Brain’s phone back to him. “Thanks. I’ve decided on buffalo for Randall, and I need a door put between two rooms so I figure I’ll ask if he can send someone to do that for me. Will that be okay?”

“Perfect. Another way to tell him you aren’t holding a grudge.”